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SCATTER BRAIN

Everywhere you look,
you’ll find paper balls.

 

Wrinkled up puzzles,
of chaotic thoughts,
often left unresolved.

 

*crumpled*

 

Every single line I scribe
based upon experience.

 

Each stanza’s derived
from a truthful past.

 

I could scribble on,
all day – dependant
upon the variant’s.

 

But, for how long,
on some bullshit,
could you fast?

 

*crumpled*

 

Fresh page.
Old thoughts.
Upstaged.
Boycotts.

 

*crumpled*

 

Pessimistic platforms
produce poignantly
perplexed people.

 

When naysayers
become followers,
I refer to them as
clueless sheeple.

 

*crumpled*

 

Abandoned night’s.
Homeless stars.
Sheltered universe.
Livelihood mars.

 

As in blemish,
distort,
interject.

 

Like the dawn that
crosses dusk, when
the two intersect.

 

*crumpled*

 

Tossed aside like
a lonely step-child.

 

Tales of a Mother,
who parents HIS
child – in denial.

 

*crumpled*

 

-rome ©2018

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17 Comments

  1. NB NB

    Abandoned night’s.
    Homeless stars.
    Sheltered universe.
    Livelihood mars.

    wow man.. reminds me of some of Alan Lee’s “heavy metal poetry”.. still wouldn’t call these lines my favorite.. these however…

    Wrinkled up puzzles,
    of chaotic thoughts,
    often left unresolved.

    …are incredible.. 😀

    apart from the fact that I need more concentration than after not having slept for a while, it’s still easy to recognize how great this is 🙂

    • aw snap, my favouritez are the two just after that
      As in blemish,
      distort,
      interject.

      Like the dawn that
      crosses dusk, when
      the two intersect.

      haha so rhyme

      • Haha Lop! – You know my rhyme game’s on point! 😉

        Thanks for always showing love! Much appreciated, my friend.

    • My Brother, Nebo!

      I wrote this on a night where my mind was absolutely everywhere.

      So many different thoughts, but none of which fit with the next.

      I kept thinking to myself; “Another crinkled up piece of paper, on the floor.”

      Which became the theme, behind these individual tidbits of poetic drivel.

      Thank you for your feedback. It’s always encouraging when someone you look up to sees your vision. Appreciate you!

      • NB NB

        stop trying, you can’t write anything bad, man.. lol.. 😀

  2. This is a good one. Very creative work here from a creative mind as yours!

    • NB – It’s bound to happen. 😂

      Thanks, J-rid!
      A mistake gone right, I s’pose.

  3. Like the recurring “CRUMPLED”. Guess it’s better to have something to crumble than a blank piece of paper.

    • Thank you, my friend!
      Always fun to experiment with different ideas.
      I’m happy you felt this one.

  4. You should cease crumpling the paper in frustration, methinks. Lines trip off and you look askance, as our apparently Shakespearean wont, but we are forgiven because of this genre. The morsel stanzas are lovely in their own right, and more official in appearance once cobbled together thus. We thanks thee for sharing, seriously.

  5. Now I kind of want to know where these thoughts lead, but I suppose that’s why they’re crinkled. Anyway your poetic experiments never cease to amaze me with the amount of creativity put into them! You’re like a professor of poetry!

    • Roads to nowhere, my friend.
      “..and I chose the one less travelled.”

      You’re the man! Thank you.

  6. This sir just made my day (or night). Loved how it flowed without sacrificing the message. Keep the ink flowing.

    • Appreciate you, not only taking the time to read this, but also that you left a comment.

      I’m happy you found my word’s.

      Means everything, my friend!
      Thank you.

  7. You’re a true artist. Even your rough drafts leave us
    wondering what would have been.

    • I was so scatter brained, this night.
      Nothin’ I wrote wanted to play nice, with the other word’s.

      I’m happy it’s gotten decent responses, nonetheless.

      Thank you!

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